Rainy's head was full of dragons. They were the easiest. They were big, so they took up lots of space, and if you tried to turn away from them, they growled at you, and breathed fire, and made you keep looking. They were also loud, so you couldn't hear, as well.

You could still feel the pain, just a little bit, but Dragon fire pain is good pain. It makes you stronger. It makes you a hero. Rainy knew that, so she didn't mind the pain.

Mr Priestly said that Rainy should tell him. He told Rainy she should name names and not be afraid of them. It wasn't weak to tell people, Mr Priestly said. They were the weak ones. They were jealous of Rainy, that's why they did it. Because she was smart. Because she could write well and the teachers liked her. Those were good things. Rainy shouldn't be ashamed. She should tell him which ones they were. What their names were.

So Rainy told him:

'Darvfarius Greenveld'� (he was the big, olive-coloured one with the little blue horn on his nose and the eyes like emeralds).
'Smigloppitus Maroony'� (the smallish, purplish one with the funny laugh, who blew pink smoke when he hiccupped, and said she was 'cool'�).
'Jammymee Turkwoise'� (she was the tiny, blueish-greenish one with the long eyelashes, which she sometimes burned accidentally with her fire).
'And Goddira Greyvenite'� (the hugest of the lot ' a girl, but even tougher than the boy ones. She was the colour of iron and just as tough, and had long claws, like daggers).

Mr Priestly sighed.

'You must tell me, one day, soon, Rhiannon. I can't help you until you do. Now, get to the sick bay. Nurse Jennesis will put a bandage on that nasty cut. Stay there as long as you need.'�

'I won't miss English, Sir. I'll be there. I'll make sure.'�

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